He told Pepsy about tracking
and stalking and signaling and the miracles of cookery which his
friend Roy Blakeley had performed.
"Can he cook better than you?" Pepsy wanted to know, a bit dubiously.
"Yes, but I can eat more than he can," Pee-Wee said. And that seemed
to relieve her.
"I can make a locust come to me," he added, and suiting the action
to the word he emitted a buzzing sound which brought a poor deluded
locust to his very hand. At such wonder-working she could only gape
and stare. Wiggle appeared to claim the locust as a souvenir of the
scout's magic.
"You let it go, Wiggle," Pee-Wee said. "If you want to be a scout
you can't kill anything that doesn't do any harm. But you can kill
snakes and mosquitoes if you want to." Evidently it was the dream of
Wiggle's life to be a scout for he released the locust to Pee-Wee,
wagging his tail frantically.
"You have to be loyal, too," the young propagandist said; "that's
a rule. You have to be helpful and think up ways to help people. No
matter what happens you have to be loyal."
"Do you have to be loyal to orphan homes?" Pepsy wanted to know.
"If they lick you do you have to be loyal to them?"
Here was a poser for the scout. But being small Pee-Wee was able
to wriggle out of almost anything.
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